Not a pleasant week...

I have been off line because I have been attempting to manage the worse pain I have had in my life. I know others who day to day have to deal with much worse things, and, unlike me, they know that their pain, of heart or body, isn't gonna get better anytime soon. I have dry socket. I feel so cheap. So like I have not followed instructions. I gave birth to two beautiful children, and you know how they say you forget the pain after you see them and cuddle with them and look at their tiny hands and feet? I have not forgotten the pain, though it was worth it. The radiating pain from my chipmunk left jaw into my neck, up my face to my ear, throughout my brain, was not of course due to childbirth. That would have been odd in deed. Instead, that wisdom tooth that the other doc in my doc's office said on Wednesday, "was a real booger to get out...he told me about it"...and who said "more than half of extractions where the wisdom tooth is sideways get dry socket" and "I think it might not be dry socket but come back if it doesn't get better" did not get better. After waking up looking for a Wailing Wall to wail at three nights in a row, and finally breaking down in tears this afternoon (and no, it did NOT make me feel better), I went back, and by golly, even though it didn't look exactly like a dry socket, it was, because as soon as the doc packed medication in, AS SOON, the pain was more than cut in half.



You know it was bad when I didn't even want to talk about it...except to Philip and the kids and a time or two to Barbara because I needed pity. Philip has been extremely kind, taking me to the doctor; of course he did get my car all week too (his lack of motorized transportation would take another blog entry. Former husbands can be very nice to have as good friends. ) I also needed to scream. And yet I have felt guilty about that since I know there are many others, as I've said, whose pain cannot be medicated by doctor or pastor. Prayer and loving arms do help though, I know. I just really didn't want any loving arms this week for fear a free-flying hand might graze my cheek and I would scream and perhaps curse that person to eternal and everlasting fire, which a pastor should never, never do, by the way.



Here is a picture I found posted by blogger Felicia that she drew to illustrate her feelings about her dry socket



If this has happened to you and I seem to be overdramatizing, consider yourself blest. Hope you can read her little notations.

I am especially happy to get some relief because the cabinet meets this week at Windermere to do our yearly assessments of churches and pastors. Windermere is near Roach MO and Mack's Creek. My doc told me that I probably want to get repacked with medication at on oral surgeon on Tuesday....I have searched our insurance provider list, and see no oral surgeons closer than Springfield...is that right?

Well, thanks for putting up with me.